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“Nope.”
“Solve world hunger?”
“My future wife will solve that,” he teased, thighs giving my hips a little squeeze.
My laughter punctuated the rhythmic sound of our hands across the wheel as he continued to act as puppeteer, the blob submitting to our joined hands.
“Future wife, huh?”
“She’s pretty brilliant.”
“Should I be worried?”
“Everyone should. This is Elora Rhodes’ world. We’re all just living in it.”
That was the sentence that sent me cackling, and Broderick yanking my hands off the wheel until I wasn’t shaking with amusement. “You’ll do well to remember that,” I teased, leaning my face toward him and smiling when he brushed his lips across the tip of my nose before bringing them to my ear.
“I’ve waited since I was sixteen to live in your world, Pix. I’m not going to forget now that you’re here with me. I meant what I said. If you asked me to steal the moon, I’d find a way to scale the stars to do it.”
“There you go, spitting prose again.”
“Did it work?”
“My mouth says no but the state of my panties has a different tale to tell.”
His chuckle caressed my neck as he said, “One stolen moon, coming up.”
“How very Despicable Me of you.”
“Always did want a villain era.”
“Good. Now let’s finish fondling this pile of mush so I can take you home and show you just what you do to me.”
“Hell, woman?—”
“My mouth?” I cut in teasingly.
“Is both my favorite feature and greatest source of anxiety.”
“Didn’t your dad say that once about your mother?”
Broderick was quiet for a long moment, just the squish of clay and whir of the machine accompanying the rotating playlist as he molded our project. The clay almost seemed to come to life beneath my fingers, shifting and growing, bending and curling.
After a while, he said, “You know. I think he did.” He pecked my cheek before adding, “But taking you home sounds so much better than sitting here. Let’s wrap this up.”
At some point, he placed a cold, slender rod into my fingers—I assumed it was some sort of metal based on the feel—and gave me instructions to be very gentle. But broad hands and steady fingers guided every motion.
He said little, just guiding my hands as I nervously broke out in spontaneous giggles. I was well aware I likely looked ridiculous and could feel the splatters of wet against my forearms but found that I didn’t particularly care who else existed in the world… so long as Broderick Allen did.
To my surprise, the blob was actually impressively bowl like, with elegant curves like flower petals.
“To many more firsts,” he breathed against my ear before pressing a sweet kiss to my cheek. “Thanks for trusting me.”
Something so simple, but as I washed the residue from my skin, I realized outside of my siblings, there weren’t many people I actually trusted enough to relinquish control to. Broderick handled shipping information with Bobby, and then wrapped me against him when we ventured back into the cold.
It wasn’t until I’d stripped the jacket back in our room that I realized just how much fun it had been to relax in his arms and let him lead. Which, naturally, meant the universe would conspire to bring me back to reality.
Laying across the bed, he’d just cracked open our book when his phone rang, and he scowled over at it before jerking upright.
